i find the guy interesting. 

i feel judged by him yet he says he doesnt. not sure if i believe him yet. 

he talks … and i kinda like listening to him ramble on about random shit. 

he says he’s not a good friends, we both agreed on that one. 

he has nice taste in music and said i have good taste. 

good taste in what i said? 

life, he replied. 

i find myself getting nervous

i find myself getting anxious and excited to tell him a revelation, an observation, a thought. 

i find myself holding back

yet i find myself skipping around with a little smile and a giggle from time to time. 



i dont care that i bug him- i like it. 

i entertain myself with leaving messages

i entertain myself with the idea of saying his name as he wants it to be